Time to Sleep

Green grazing lands, leaves shifting in waves,
moved by the blowing of the fragrant wind;
Blue stream, waterfall,
magnificent nature's teardrop,
The smell of rain, morning dewdrops, mud under my naked feet;
Tranquil windmill, hard work and sweat,
mature ears of wheat, gilded pearls of grain,
soft and light flour, the perfume of cooked bread;
Cherry tree, scent of the Pine,
distant Cypresses, crimson amaranth sunset through a glass o' red wine;
Poems written hearing the whispers of the creek,
the crushing of the waves on the shores, and Seagulls,
and Sirens with magnificent blue eyes...

I have to go now...


When my time is going to come, I'll return back home.